Oh, cursed profanated thougths of glory return to me  Receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune  And wrath will born inside you  Stronger than sounds of bells  Primeval instincts will wake  Pagan brothers of our blood  Professing to the majesty of horned evil    The war we'll begin  Will be the final fall of god's flock  We'll have a bloodbath and covered with gore  We'll praise the name of the highest  What's you fallen god for us  He had leaded people to eternal slavery  His angels falling into night like dead swans  To rise never again    Pagan around the wooden symbols  Transmitting the power from hands to hands  Blood for god of gods, king of kings  Unholy master